Sunday afternoon , I’m trying to recover from the few hours of sleep and the influence of physical weakness that does not seem to cease. Of those that you do not get a fever, but you ‘re killing your nose , you stop your ears, makes you burn your gums and you incatrama the lungs with a lot of phlegm that I could not speak. That sucks. I am very happy about last night , a wonderful March 8 with zero flowers but much good food , three splendid horsemen, and found an old high school classmate who has prepared and served a lot of wine , lots of spaghetti with lobster , the pig, so many turnovers the mint, myrtle so much to me … Oh God goes hungry. In the end for me this is what matters : I love flowers but hate them if given as gifts for celebrations, I love receiving them but I think they do not need to remind me of being a woman . I much prefer spending time together by organizing and giving a nice evening with my closest friends , so be it if men , starting from the aperitif and ending with dinner. I believe that women’s small gestures , a little ‘ unusual as perhaps offer an aperitif or organize an evening of good food thoughts are full of affection towards others , especially when they ‘re part of their skills , and who knows me knows this fact, does not I love to program , I’m a disaster when it comes to calling a local , I prefer to choose the moment forever.
Now you tachipirinha party and a bit ‘ of TV .